When I concentrate I can remember being old.
Ninety-seven years, one-eyed and seven feet
Haha above the gym floor on a beam.
And scared. It was the first month of the Younging.
Earth Tourist
recently posted poems by alan reynolds
When I concentrate I can remember being old.
Ninety-seven years, one-eyed and seven feet
Haha above the gym floor on a beam.
And scared. It was the first month of the Younging.
Earth Tourist 
Ha, Alan–I love this one.
Nice to see you here, Kath. Many thanks.